I’m reading a wonderful book, thanks to my blogging buddy, Claire, at Word by Word. It’s called The Hidden Lamp and it’s comprised of “stories from twenty-five centuries of awakened women.” I’ve had it for a couple of weeks, but only really started to read it seriously last night. And am I glad I did.
No sooner did I start the first chapter, than I was greeted by this poem, by Rabindranath Tagore:
“I slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and found that life was duty.
I acted and behold, duty was joy.”
Magnificent, yes?? And oh-so-inspiring. At least I think so.
The author of the particular story, the first in the book, tells of how she came across the poem and what it meant to her. She said: “They captured a Continue reading →
I was just trolling through my file of WordPress Daily Prompts looking for some inspiration and this one seemed to call out to me: “A classic question, revisited: What are the five items you must have on a deserted island?”
Not easy, is it?
At least I don’t think so. It takes some thought.
Right off the top I know I’d need sunscreen. Lots of it, too. Last thing I’d want to worry about is sunburn. Or even worse, skin cancer. I can live without make-up and hair dye, but I insist on protecting my skin from the elements. If that doesn’t prove I’m a glass-half-full type of woman nothing will. I know some of you out there are saying to yourselves, “You’re never going to survive. So why bother with sun screen?” Well, I plan on surviving. Worst case, if I run out, I will have to forage for aloe and other plants with good healing properties. Which Continue reading →
I’m almost ashamed to write this post. To admit I am capable of being so … so … so superficial. Such a victim of fashion. But I was a kid at the time. What did I know? At least that’s how I’ve decided to look at it.
If it wasn’t for today’s WordPress Daily Prompt I would probably never have mentioned it. Hell, I would never have thought of it. Period. “Was there a toy or thing you always wanted as a child, during the holidays or on your birthday, but never received? Tell us about it.”
In my case it wasn’t a toy. Nor did I always want “it”. It wasn’t a holiday or my birthday either. It was just an ordinary Saturday. I was about 11 or twelve years old. No more than 13 to be sure.
As was the custom then, my mother had her hair done every Saturday. Women still used rollers in their hair. Pre Vidal Sassoon cuts. Pre blow dryers. Men still went to barbers. Women went to hairdressers.
Anyway, I often went with my mother. It was our girls’ day out. She and her twin sister went to the same salon, so the three of us would always have lunch when they were done; and then we’d go shopping. We
It’s funny how we think we’ve forgotten all about certain events or issues and then one day something triggers a memory. And suddenly there it is, in the forefront of your mind. Dredged up from who knows where.
Which is exactly what happened to me when I read this WordPress Daily Prompt: “Tell us about a bullet you’re glad you dodged — when something awful almost happened, but didn’t.”
My ‘bullet’ happened long ago. Many, many years. I was in my early twenties and I was in Las Vegas with my parents. We were there during Christmas/New Years. We weren’t in Las Vegas the whole time, we also went to San Francisco first.
Several of my parents’ friends were with us, with their own kids — all of whom were around the same Continue reading →